Chapter 11 · free to read
Grey light, a long table, and a room the airline keeps for exactly one kind of morning.
Fourteen years. Not one late departure. The screen behind him was showing a knitwear advertisement.
A campaign image on a projector screen, in a hearing that was not about the campaign.
He had traded away the only thing he had ever protected, and he had not looked at her once while doing it.
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